1) Anahita tries to convince her friend Nina to leave a late night party due to rumors of a werewolf in the area. However, Nina refuses and is dancing with a handsome man.
2) The next day, a couple is found dead near the college from apparent werewolf attacks. Anahita then encounters the man from the party, who admits to being the werewolf.
3) After doing research, Nina realizes Anahita was telling the truth about the werewolf. She worries for Anahita's safety as she drives back to campus alone on a night of a full moon.
Shamira is considered an outcast by most, but little do they know that Shamira is on a mission. Kids on Mars are disappearing, but Shamira decides to use the criminals most unlikely weapons against them, the very kids of which they have captured. In order to succeed, she is forced to trust another, something she is afraid to do. However, Valens her connection to the underworld of her enemy, proves to be a useful ally. Time is slipping, and so is her control on the power that resides within her. Yet, in order to save her brother's life she is willing to risk it all.
Aranel makes her bid to get into private school, while Anariel grows into childhood, the adults scheme, and the three musketeers do their own thing once more.
1
Cathedral
By Raymond Carver (1981)
This blind man, an old friend of my wife’s, he was on his way to
spend the night. His wife had died. So he was visiting the dead wife’s
relatives in Connecticut. He called my wife from his in-law’s. Arrangements
were made. He would come by train, a five-hour trip, and my wife would
meet him at the station. She hadn’t seen him since she worked for him one
summer in Seattle ten years ago. But she and the blind man had kept in
touch. They made tapes and mailed them back and forth. I wasn’t
enthusiastic about his visit. He was no one I knew. And his being blind
bothered me. My idea of blindness came from the movies. In the movies, the
blind moved slowly and never laughed. Sometimes they were led by seeing-
eye dogs. A blind man in my house was not something I looked forward to.
That summer in Seattle she had needed a job. She didn’t have any
money. The man she was going to marry at the end of the summer was in
officers’ training school. He didn’t have any money, either. But she was in
love with the guy, and he was in love with her, etc. She’d seen something in
the paper: HELP WANTED—Reading to Blind Man, and a telephone
number. She phoned and went over, was hired on the spot. She worked with
this blind man all summer. She read stuff to him, case studies, reports, that
sort of thing. She helped him organize his little office in the county social-
service department. They’d become good friends, my wife and the blind
man. On her last day in the office, the blind man asked if he could touch her
face. She agreed to this. She told me he touched his fingers to every part of
her face, her nose—even her neck! She never forgot it. She even tried to
write a poem about it. She was always trying to write a poem. She wrote a
poem or two every year, usually after something really important had
happened to her.
When we first started going out together, she showed me the poem. In
the poem, she recalled his fingers and the way they had moved around over
her face. In the poem, she talked about what she had felt at the time, about
what went through her mind when the blind man touched her nose and lips. I
can remember I didn’t think much of the poem. Of course, I didn’t tell her
that. Maybe I just don’t understand poetry. I admit it’s not the first thing I
reach for when I pick up something to read.
Anyway, this man who’d first enjoyed her favors, this officer-to-be,
he’d been her childhood sweetheart. So okay. I’m saying that at the end of
the summer she let the blind man run his hands over her face, said good-bye
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to him, married her childhood etc., who was now a commissioned officer,
and she moved away from Seattle. But they’d keep in touch, she and the
blind man. She made the first contact after a year or so. She called him up
one night from an Air Force base in Alabama. She wanted to talk. They
talked. He asked her to send him a tape and tell him about her life. She did ...
Shamira is considered an outcast by most, but little do they know that Shamira is on a mission. Kids on Mars are disappearing, but Shamira decides to use the criminals most unlikely weapons against them, the very kids of which they have captured. In order to succeed, she is forced to trust another, something she is afraid to do. However, Valens her connection to the underworld of her enemy, proves to be a useful ally. Time is slipping, and so is her control on the power that resides within her. Yet, in order to save her brother's life she is willing to risk it all.
Aranel makes her bid to get into private school, while Anariel grows into childhood, the adults scheme, and the three musketeers do their own thing once more.
1
Cathedral
By Raymond Carver (1981)
This blind man, an old friend of my wife’s, he was on his way to
spend the night. His wife had died. So he was visiting the dead wife’s
relatives in Connecticut. He called my wife from his in-law’s. Arrangements
were made. He would come by train, a five-hour trip, and my wife would
meet him at the station. She hadn’t seen him since she worked for him one
summer in Seattle ten years ago. But she and the blind man had kept in
touch. They made tapes and mailed them back and forth. I wasn’t
enthusiastic about his visit. He was no one I knew. And his being blind
bothered me. My idea of blindness came from the movies. In the movies, the
blind moved slowly and never laughed. Sometimes they were led by seeing-
eye dogs. A blind man in my house was not something I looked forward to.
That summer in Seattle she had needed a job. She didn’t have any
money. The man she was going to marry at the end of the summer was in
officers’ training school. He didn’t have any money, either. But she was in
love with the guy, and he was in love with her, etc. She’d seen something in
the paper: HELP WANTED—Reading to Blind Man, and a telephone
number. She phoned and went over, was hired on the spot. She worked with
this blind man all summer. She read stuff to him, case studies, reports, that
sort of thing. She helped him organize his little office in the county social-
service department. They’d become good friends, my wife and the blind
man. On her last day in the office, the blind man asked if he could touch her
face. She agreed to this. She told me he touched his fingers to every part of
her face, her nose—even her neck! She never forgot it. She even tried to
write a poem about it. She was always trying to write a poem. She wrote a
poem or two every year, usually after something really important had
happened to her.
When we first started going out together, she showed me the poem. In
the poem, she recalled his fingers and the way they had moved around over
her face. In the poem, she talked about what she had felt at the time, about
what went through her mind when the blind man touched her nose and lips. I
can remember I didn’t think much of the poem. Of course, I didn’t tell her
that. Maybe I just don’t understand poetry. I admit it’s not the first thing I
reach for when I pick up something to read.
Anyway, this man who’d first enjoyed her favors, this officer-to-be,
he’d been her childhood sweetheart. So okay. I’m saying that at the end of
the summer she let the blind man run his hands over her face, said good-bye
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to him, married her childhood etc., who was now a commissioned officer,
and she moved away from Seattle. But they’d keep in touch, she and the
blind man. She made the first contact after a year or so. She called him up
one night from an Air Force base in Alabama. She wanted to talk. They
talked. He asked her to send him a tape and tell him about her life. She did ...
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“Cathedral” by Raymond Carver (1981)
This blind man, an old friend of my wife's, he was on his way to spend the night. His wife had died. So he was visiting the dead wife's relatives in Connecticut. He called my wife from his in-laws'. Arrangements were made. He would come by train, a five-hour trip, and my wife would meet him at the station. She hadn't seen him since she worked for him one summer in Seattle ten years ago. But she and the blind man had kept in touch. They made tapes and mailed them back and forth. I wasn't enthusiastic about his visit.He was no one I knew. And his being blind bothered me. My idea of blindness came from the movies. In the movies, the blind moved slowly and never laughed. Sometimes they were led by seeing-eye dogs. A blind man in my house was not something I looked forward to.That summer in Seattle she had needed a job. She didn't have any money. The man she was going to marry at the end of the summer was in officers' training school. He didn't have any money, either. But she was in love with the guy, and he was in love with her, etc. She'd seen something in the paper: HELP WANTED--Reading to Blind Man, and a telephone number. She phoned and went over, was hired on the spot. She'd worked with this blind man all summer. She read stuff to him, case studies, reports, that sort of thing. She helped him organize his little office in the county social-service department. They'd become good friends, my wife and the blind man. How do I know these things? She told me. And she told me something else. On her last day in the office, the blind man asked if he could touch her face. She agreed to this. She told me he touched his fingers to every part of her face, her nose--even her neck! She never forgot it. She even tried to write a poem about it. She was always trying to write a poem. She wrote a poem or two every year, usually after something really important had happened to her.
When we first started going out together, she showed me the poem. In the poem, she recalled his fingers and the way they had moved around over her face. In the poem, she talked about what she had felt at the time, about what went through her mind when the blind man touched her nose and lips. I can remember I didn't think much of the poem. Of course, I didn't tell her that. Maybe I just don't understand poetry. I admit it's not the first thing I reach for when I pick up something to read.
Anyway, this man who'd first enjoyed her favors, the officer-to-be, he'd been her childhood sweetheart. So okay. I'm saying that at the end of the summer she let the blind man run his hands over her face, said goodbye to him, married her childhood etc., who was now a commissioned officer, and she moved away from Seattle. But they'd kept in touch, she and the blind man. She made the first contact after a year or so. She called him up one night from an Air Force base in Alabama. She wanted to talk. They talked. He asked her to send him a tape and tell him about .
I spent the first two years telling people where I'm from and what I'm majoring in. I spent the last two years telling people that I have no idea what I'm going to do after college. I'm sick of people asking. I'm going to sell out and get a job that I don't like. Just like every one else. For all our hopes and dreams, for all the talk about changing the world, for all the promise we show, most of us will end up sitting behind a desk in a shitty cubical. Life ends at graduation.
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1. One dark night
Anahita glanced at her watch impatiently and sighed in exasperation. Nina wasn’t showing any
signs of leaving the party and it was already two am in the morning. Anahita did not want to
drive to her college dorm alone at the dark of night, especially with the sinister rumors of
werewolf on the mountain roads doing the rounds.
Pushing through the crowd of dancing bodies, Anahita made her way to where Nina was dancing
with a gorgeous and tall boy. But right now all Anahita wanted to do was go to bed and get some
zzzz! Angrily, she caught hold of her roommate and friend’s slender shoulder with an annoyed
glance at the startled boy as she pulled Nina aside.
“ What, buddy? You are such a party pooper!” exclaimed Nina in annoyance, trying to free
herself from her exasperated friend’s firm grip. “ Come on, tomorrow is Sunday. We don’t have
classes. If you wish, you take the car and leave. I will catch a ride with someone else or stay at
Pinkie’s place here.” Pinkie was having her usual weekend blast at her place and she was still
raring to go. Anahita looked to where their beautiful hostess in a stunning red dress was holding
court among a crowd of eager boys and shook her head.
No wonder, her wonderful nocturnal parties were the secret to her popularity, not to mention her
drop dead gorgeous looks. But right now Anahita had some points to make. She shook Nina a
little to stress her point and her friend shrieked in pain.
“ Do you realize that its going to be three in about an hour, in the morning?” she had to shout in
Nina’s ear literally to make her hear over the cacophonous music.’ Nina groaned and rolled her
eyes in disgust, shaking herself free from her friend’s hold.
I have told you why I don’t wanna drive to the college campus alone, the roads are really scary
and there is rumor of werewolf running loose. Nina snorted at her last words.
“ Come on, Anu. This is the modern day and age. Don’t be stupid, you go on home. I will come
soon” Nina hated it when her superstitious friend got all scared. She could never understand how
her normally sensible friend believed in these things. Anahita went pale as Nina’s handsome
dance partner approached them.
“ Excuse me, madam.” He said with a curt glance at Anahita before taking Nina’s arm again.
‘ I think that we need to finish our dance.”
2. Anahita was about to snap angrily that it was late when she suddenly noticed something. Nina
was wearing her silver bracelet on her right wrist and as the guy’s hand touched it, he cowered
back instantly with a look of horror and dislike. Nina had not noticed but Anu knew that
werewolves were wary of silver things. Fear flooded her heart and she took her first good look at
the man her friend had been dancing with.
He was good looking, had dark hair, black eyes , a smiling face and a rugged physique. Movie
star good looks but his eyes were cold, so cold and piercing that you had to wonder if he was
human when you made eye contact.
“ Yes, let’s go” said her friend and prepared to depart. But Anahita’s mind was racing. So he was
the werewolf and he was at the party and her friend’s dance partner! Had he made Nina his
target? What would he to do to her? How could Anu prevent her friend from going with him?
“ Nina, don’t leave with him.” croaked Anahita in desperation. Both her annoyed roommate and
the even exasperated dance partner gave her angry glares. Nina was livid because she wanted to
have a good time and her partner because his prey was being held back. The silver bracelet
would not protect her long if it slipped off or came off. Anahita was thinking furiously but now
she had no choice.
Pulling her friend away she glanced directly at her dance partner, speaking fearlessly though her
heart pounded in terror.
I know who you are. She said, bravely. Don’t try to come near my friend.
Nina looked at her, startled while the guy initially looked surprised and then his eyes took on a
warning look. WHAT CRAP ARE YOU SAYING, Anu?
Said Nina. The guy laughed and said: It seems your friend is a bit crazy, Nina. Maybe I should
leave if she doesn’t like me talking to you.
Anahita pulled of Nina’s silver bracelet causing her to gasp in astonishment and held it out to the
man who shrank back. If you are a human being, touch silver and prove it. She said and held it
out. Nina was looking extremely confused by the scene going on and she yelled at Anahita:
3. “ Anu, stop it! You are spoiling my enjoyment with your stupid beliefs!” The guy was nowhere
to be seen by now and Anahita heaved a sigh of relief and gave the silver bracelet back to her
furious friend.
Part 2
Nina was at class the next day and Anahita had just come back to the dorm. Nina wasn’t
speaking to her. After the man left last night, Anahita had literally dragged them back to the
dorm. Nina had driven their rented car in sullen silence while Anahita sat beside her petrified of
the murderous glance those inhuman eyes had given her as the humanly guised lycanthrope had
left them alone for the time being.
The campus newspaper was at the door and Anahita bent to pick it up as she glanced at
headlines, while searching for the keys in her bag. Suddenly something made her bolt upright,
unlocking the dorm door forgotten. TEENAGE COUPLE KILLED read one of the main
pages which she quickly read through in absolute horror.
A couple while getting a ride back to the dorm through the woods and mountain roads had been
found dead in the morning by the policemen. It seemed that some clawed animal had attacked
them and the place had been filled with blood. Another line read Werewolf Strikes
Again. The bodies of the unfortunate victims had been sent for post mortem to determine the
causes of death and their anguished parents were due to arrive soon after being notified. It
seemed that the beast had attacked them savagely and ripped flesh from limbs and chest.
Almost sick with terror and nausea at the graphic description and the faces of the people she had
seen only last night lying dead beyond recognition in the newspaper, Anahita looked up and
gasped. The boy of last night was grinning evilly at her. Her heart racing, Anahita saw that no
one was in sight. It was almost evening and the campus was deserted.
“ You recognized me right, pretty lady.” hissed the devil, bringing his mouth close to the
terrified woman. I am the evil one and your hot little friend was my target last night had you not
barged in. Pointing to the newspaper clipping in her shaking hand, he said, “ I was so hungry last
night that’s why had to have two.”
“ You monster , “ exclaimed Anahita, praying Nina did not return. “ What do you gain from
claiming innocent human lives?”
Suddenly she realized with terror that it was going to be full moon night soon and she was alone
on campus with the werewolf. As if he had read her mind, the boy smiled devilishly. Yes ,
Anahita, yes. Now its you will die and then your body will be disposed of as if you are missing.
Don’t worry, Nina will join you soon.
4. Suddenly the full moon burst out from beyond the clouds and a strange guttural howl filled the
place. Anahita stumbled away as the human ears started getting pointed and the face started
growing into a snout like thing. His sharp fangs were coming closer and closer. Mustering her
remaining strength Anahita unzipped her bag and her fingers closed over the silver crucifix she
had kept with her ever since the murders began. Taking it out, she held it out in a blind direction
in front of her before collapsing in a swoon on the ground.
Part 3
“ Anu, Anu.” Nina’s anxious voice was like music her ears. As her vision cleared, Anahita found
herself in their dorm bed with her roommate sitting next to her, looking worried. “ What
happened? I came home and you were out cold on the doorstep, with your crucifix lying several
feet away from you. Are you okay?”
Still shaking from her near encounter with the devilish creature, Anahita looked at Nina and
handed her the newspaper, relieved that they were at least on talking terms again. Nina scanned
the newspaper articles and her face grew annoyed.” Anu, come on. Don’t tell me an educated girl
like you is falling for these crazy tales. This couple probably had an accident. Yes its unfortunate
and sad but whats there to be scared of I fail to understand. Why was your crucifix out? Did our
werewolf visit you too?” she said the last sentence laughing a little. Anahita blanched at the
nightmarish memory and snatched the newspaper away.
“ Had not the crucifix been there, you would have come to find me like them.” She gestured
wildly at the mangled bodies in the newspaper photos lying in a pool of blood as Nina looked
sobered and then annoyed. Her friend obviously had werewolves on the brain.
“ what kind of a crack was that, Anu? I was alarmed seeing you, I was going to call the others
soon.”
Anahita took Nina’s hand in her own and spoke calmly,” Nina please listen to me.” Swallowing,
she chose her words carefully, “ Your dance partner showed up here and admitted that he was the
werewolf. He was targeting you last night and got them instead. He almost killed me, Nina. I am
lucky to be sane and alive. I know you are annoyed but I am trying to prevent you from going
through the same horrors yourself. It wont be good for you.”
Nina’s face was unreadable but at least she appeared to be listening for once. She took the
articles from Anahita and began to read them in detail, somewhat to her friend’s relief.
5. Part 4
It was the next day. Anahita had rented the car and driven into town to get some groceries. Nina
was still at the library as she read and researched about all the books on werewolves. She could
not believe her eyes. Anahita had been telling her the truth all along. He did have joint eyebrows,
middle and index finger of the same length and once now she remembered with a horrified
shudder when they had held hands and danced, she had felt his hairy palms. While they had been
served chicken preparations at the party she recalled as she closed her eyes in sheer horror how
he had almost torn it apart primitively.
“ My god.” Nina whispered, petrified at having been dancing with a werewolf even
unknowingly. She closed her eyes at the ghastly party scene flashed before her eyes and thought
with gratitude of her faithful friend Anahita. Suddenly terror struck her heart. It was full moon
again today because the last day when she had come to find Anahita senseless upon the doorstep
of the dorm had been one too.
“ Anu!” she whispered in absolute terror. Her loyal friend was driving back alone in the
mountain roads. She must have forgotten today was full moon and the werewolf was after her!
No no no! As fast as her legs would carry her, Nina started running back to the dorm, Nothing is
gonna happen to Anu as long as I am alive, she vowed to herself. As she sprinted back to the
dorm uttering prayers for her friend’s safety, a dark silhoutte of a hairy beast slipped away into
the shadows.
Part Five
The moon was shining brightly in the dark night sky as Anahita humming to herself as she
steered the car expertly along the winding mountain road stopped in mid tune as an
announcement was made on the car radio
“ Students are warned not to leave campus today as its full moon and the supposed werewolf
may strike again. Please lock your dorm doors and be safe. How much truth is in the werewolf
stuff isn’t sure but till the police have any leads about the murderer, please don’t take any
chances.”
The car came to a screeching halt as the terrified screams of a frightened woman filled the air. A
couple of gleaming animal eyes were visible in the rear view mirror as a lofty furry wolf lifted
itself from the back seat. Shards of broken glass were shattered round the dark road as Anahita
6. struggled visibly to find her crucifix. A hairy arm with claws at the end flung her bag out the
window as she screamed again.
“ Nina!” screamed Anahita in blind panic, forgetting everything except the friend she had left
behind at the dorm. The infernal wolf face moved closer.”
“ She will be with you soon enough” his breath was coming on her face,
“ Let go of her, you bastard!” said a familiar voice as the car door was wrenched open and
comforting hands dragged the almost senseless Anahita outside. Not just Nina but a whole group
of campus students with sticks, pre loaded guns and the town priest stood there. The werewolf
growled menacingly and bared his fangs at the mob, causing some of them to back off and the
others to stand in horrified fascination. He was hungry!
But it was Nina who moved forward and looked the lycanthrope straight in the eye.” Be gone for
good .” was all she said before a gun shot rang out behind her. The bullet was made of silver.
Epilogue
“ Thanks a lot, Anahita.” Nina hugged her friend in gratitude.” I am sorry I was such a beast to
you. Without you I would have been dead by now.”
Anahita smiled faintly at her friend sitting at the edge of her hospital bed. It would take her a
little time to recuperate and she was under counseling too.” You dint but you were the real
heroine of the piece!” Both of them laughed and hugged again. “ Hey Nina, do me a favor,
would you?”
“ Sure, Anu. “
“ Please don’t use the term beast again.” begged Anu as both of them exchanged glances and
burst out laughing. The campus town terror was gone for good.